The World is Plastic, & We're All Gonna Die.

Even you.

And your mom.

And your momma's mom's probably almost there.

OKAY, so that point set aside, today didn't go too bad. Spring intensive started Monday && I'm in Whitewater Rafting. Whoop Whoop for fuckin' Colorado classes, haha. High School is getting so old. At this rate, I'm seriously not going to graduate until I'm 19.

fuck that.

So, I'm gonna get my GED in November.

Anyways, today I should get to see Toby after he gets off work. I didn't see him yesterday, or the day before. And on that day, we got into somewhat of a fight.

Should I really stick with someone that fucks with my head so bad? Only time tells that kind of bullshit. I'm just sick & tired of waiting.

Anyways, have a good day, people that never comment or read me.

Currently Reading New Moon By Stephenie Meyer see related

who even reads my xanga anymore?

anyway, the art teacher gave me a sketchbook. I'm supposed to put things in it. I've only got two pages done, and i basically just pasted some ripped-out journal entries and a couple fliers for concerts and such I found in Denver. I don't like drawing anymore. or writing. Ever since my  mom read my diary that one time, i just can't do it. Way too paranoid.

i think you know how it'd be otherwise. You probably couldn't take the pen out of my hands. I wish i was still that ambitious. Motivation's left me along with my sanity, however.

how is it, xanga,

to have me back from the thousand other names I've had?
to have me look your way again after being too dull to say anything?

do you even remember my name?

GODDAMN.

THIS CONDITION'S GETTING WORSE.

[that means NEW XANGA.]